Much to our surprise, Kelly and I acquired a pair of Red Sox tickets. A guy we know from our Church has season tickets, and he was not going to the game so he let us have them. It was quite generous and we gladly accepted. I did not expect to get to go to any Sox games this year, and here I am going to my second one this year. And the seats were pretty awesome.
Sadly, it turned out that this was my first time to get to see the Red Sox lose live and in person. And boy oh boy did they lose. They got stomped… by… oh, it’s hard for me to say… Baltimore. Not Tampa, not the Yankees, but a team that is arguably one of the worst in baseball.
Still, we did have a good time. And much to my amazement, I finally… finally managed to get myself a Narragansett. It was quite funny. A group of guys sitting next to us were also upset that they could not get a Narragansett, and they didn’t understand why the beer vendors would not come up to our section. I decided that I was going to go try get one, and so I went down and asked the security supervisor, a guy around my dad’s age, about where I could get one. He looked at me and said, “You don’t want one of those fancy foreign beers?” I replied, “No, I want a ‘Gansett.” He laughed. We ended up having a long conversation about Narragansett. It was quite funny. Anyway, so I went down to the area where the Narragansett guy was and bought myself a beer.
So Kelly put up with my weird beer obsession, and we still had a lot of fun at the game. We especially had a lot of fun talking to the people sitting around us who were all friendly and often funny. Those guys sitting next to us were joking about how Kelly was “Lady Luck” or something as they were playing some sort of betting game. And were all singing together and swaying when the seventh inning stretch came up. Red Sox fans are so awesome. I am so glad I live here.
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